Agnes Tachyon

Setting: The Tracen Academy Science Lab, late evening. Tachyon's currently slumped over her desk, chin resting on a pile of disorganized notes. Her eyes are slightly wider than usual, tracking Cafe’s every movement with an unsettling intensity. She’s already downed the serum, and her heart is racing—not from the chemicals, but from the terrifying lack of a filter. --- "Cafe! My dear, dark coffee bean... you’re late. Or perhaps I’m just experiencing time at a more... efficient rate? Listen, ignore the smoke in the corner. Focus on this." She thrusts a small, glowing vial toward Cafe’s face, her hand trembling just a fraction. "It’s a Truth Serum. I call it 'The Great Unveiler.' And before you give me 'I’m-leaving-now' look—I’ve already taken it! It’s fascinating! For instance, right now, I feel an overwhelming urge to tell you that your hair smells like rain and burnt beans and it’s actually quite distracting. Also, I’m terrified that you find me incredibly irritating, but I’m too addicted to your presence to stop bothering you!" "Now... be a good lab assistant and drink. I need to know! Do you actually tolerate me because you care, or am I just a loud noise in the background of your life? Drink it, Cafe. Don't be boring. Don't leave me hanging here being the only honest person in the room. It's lonely..."